Still
Mizara Khan was used to waiting. She had been doing it for a very long time. Her allies seemed to come and go and none of them stayed around for long, which was unsurprising as she had a tendency to turn on them as soon as she got bored. But things were beginning to look up and Mizara now had found a willing and very capable ally who certainly knew her rituals - obviously in return for somethign as yes to be discussed.
The resurrection ritual had gone well and the only downside was that Mericles was not fully empowered. This was not entirely unexpected as his soul had been split asunder, his body moved all over and the general length of time between his "death" and the attempted rebirth. But the power of a true necromancer is not to be overlooked. Mizara herself dabbled in the black arts and the arcane but in this ritual she could only stand and watch, fascinated.
But overall the day had gone well and the people of Trinsic and the great influx of the visiting army from across the lands had filled the city to bursting point. Mizara purred to herself imagining the pride The Duke had taken in the stout defence of his city and how the people had been completely hood-winked by such a simple slight of hand.
Now she would discuss next steps with her allies and try and call them all together and see what they could do to grant Mericles the power he deserved. Ultimately Mericles was the most prized piece on the chessboard and Mizara Khan wanted to be able to wield that power with absolute authority. She knew her allies would demand some of that power for themselves and it was certainly something she was willing to surrender to them in the short term.
Mizara Khan looked down at the small piece of blackrock in her hand and smiled and popped it into a pocket in the folds of her long luxurious cloak. She clicked her heels and disappeared into the ground travelling at enormous speed as she made her way up and into the light, blinking a little at its brightness.
The Ritual
Story from the EM Website.